Tough as Cotton...

I have sensitive kids, I know this, I like this, I am proud of this... most of the time. Jack just started a new school. Nora and Jack were in different schools last year and it was a HUGE headache, so I was thrilled to have both kids in the same school. It is a small, sweet school that is two minutes from our house. I thought everything would be perfect. Both kids started two weeks ago during the summer session, and it has been awful. It's not the school, it's me. The school is fantastic, I love almost everything about it. Nora is fine--she gets mad when anyone takes her from me, so I am totally used to her crying. The problem is my dear, sweet Jack. He is a royal mess during drop off. At first I was shocked to see him fall apart like this. I have worked at a school for many years, so I know when a kid loses their sh*&t like he did, its best to get out of there ASAP, and leave it in the capable hands of the teacher- so I did. My blissful day with no children was officially ruined. I pictured him crying alone in a corner all day. This of course did not happen, but he was an emotional wreck all day. This has been the case for going on three weeks. When does it end??  I dread drop off ad pickup--he is crying when I pick him up too. I am not above bribing, so I do... but that doesn't work. Not to be a totally selfish human, but it ruins my valuable alone time- and no one messes with that. No one.